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content

As in not quite happy, but everything’s-going-well-satisfied.

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artsy fartsy – a.k.a. “what I’m up to” – part deux

Tada. That is all.

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artsy fartsy – a.k.a. “what I’m up to” – part I

So I might have had a chance to blog recently, and I also might have had lots to post about recently, but the way it is with me and having no Internet at home for any length of time, I need to, ah, get re-acquainted with the whole thing every time.. from scratch. I think I can put it like that.

What’s more, I’ve been thinking a lot lately (I know, that really is news, eh.. not. But hold your horses:), and when I say think “a lot”, I mean a. LOT. I spend days at a time by myself, my thoughts go in every possible direction, and when so much happens in my mind it’s difficult for me to convey anything clearly via any means whatsoever, be it when talking personally, on the phone, on facebook chat (yes, it kind of is horrific), by texting, … all I can get across are fragments that prove themselves to be untrue only a couple of hours or minutes afterwards, when my spinning mind tells me otherwise.

That thing, there, with the yellow and brown stuff on it, is one of the big THINGS occupying me at the moment. The other is spring cleaning catching up on Art History practicing Mozart getting over a heartache what you’ll see in the next post.

(There is actually also another fail connected to above images, I’ll put that up soon… [post-March 21st, as that's when it happened] [I love using brackets])

Cheerio!

(Don’t know what made that word appear there. Wasn’t me.)

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almost nothing

that finds its way into my hands to serve a certain purpose leaves them unscathed. The next stop for things that do not leave my hands “unscathed” is the trash. I am truly sorry for those things, and I always hiss a prayer for them under my breath to ensure that their existence is ended in peace even though they were so cruelly and suddenly ripped from their being… being the thing they once were…

No. I look at them, think FUNNYHAHAIMSOSTUPID?!, chuckle, cackle and giggle softly or not-so-softly or loudly to myself, take a picture (or a gazillion, it depends) and go on with life. Geez, how else are you supposed to deal with these things if you are so magnificently prone to kaput-ing (and losing – but that, dearest reader, is another story. a boring one. you have stuff, you lose stuff. see?) stuff as I am? See.

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